Siren song for a siren.
Anandi hears it from beneath the black waves, deep in a grotto where she did not see the sporadic and unpredictable flashes of lightning. It was inexplicable, how the sound carried so far. How it cut through water better than light did. The cry seized Anandi. It shook her, someplace deeper than bone.
She did not want to leave her dark, quiet grotto. She did not want to enter the storm’s fray, subject herself to its foreign violence. But she had not heard anything like that call-- well, that was not true, she had heard things similar. Beasts and monsters and things like god. But she had not heard that call before, that particular keening. Her first thought was that it was Leto. Or Lucinda. And if they called she would always go, no matter the distance. No matter the weather. No matter the obstacle.
At the surface, two jade eyes bob in the angry waves. Looking up, seeing nothing through the rain but a dark shape, vaguely feminine. Vaguely predatory. Anandi washes onto the shore, scrambles clumsily up the rocks, and step by step she closes in on the sound. The rain falls harder and harder. Somewhere along the way she scrapes a shin (a strangled curse-- “fucking legs!”) and the scent of blood fills the air. Punches her in the stomach.
She finally crests the rocky outcrop, and to her surprise the sight that awaits her is-- “Boudika.”
Each syllable is relished like a strange fruit. Bou-di-ka. Anandi expected to encounter her again. Novus was not big enough for the two of them-- in a good way. In an exceedingly good way. But still she’s caught off guard to see Boudika here, now, if not uncaged then close to it. Standing near enough to the edge of the cliff that if Anandi were curious to see what would happen, what the fall would look like... and the body, afterward, on the rocks--
All she had to do was push.
A strike of lightning, a visible cringe, a whimper that the thunder quickly swallows. She’s trembling. Hardly the picture of composure she so struggled to maintain, and maybe with Boudika she would always be revealed. It was not her first storm. But so far it was the worst that she’d weathered on the surface. Anandi was born and raised in the dark calm of the deep sea. The rain did not bother her, nor the wind. The thunder resonated with something feral in her and made her feel somewhat at home, but the lightning-- the lightning was terrifying. “What happens…” she glances to the sky “if it hits us?”
A N A N D I
"Please,” she said, “you’re so beautiful. You may eat me if you like.
I’d sooner be eaten by you than fed by anyone else."
Anandi hears it from beneath the black waves, deep in a grotto where she did not see the sporadic and unpredictable flashes of lightning. It was inexplicable, how the sound carried so far. How it cut through water better than light did. The cry seized Anandi. It shook her, someplace deeper than bone.
She did not want to leave her dark, quiet grotto. She did not want to enter the storm’s fray, subject herself to its foreign violence. But she had not heard anything like that call-- well, that was not true, she had heard things similar. Beasts and monsters and things like god. But she had not heard that call before, that particular keening. Her first thought was that it was Leto. Or Lucinda. And if they called she would always go, no matter the distance. No matter the weather. No matter the obstacle.
At the surface, two jade eyes bob in the angry waves. Looking up, seeing nothing through the rain but a dark shape, vaguely feminine. Vaguely predatory. Anandi washes onto the shore, scrambles clumsily up the rocks, and step by step she closes in on the sound. The rain falls harder and harder. Somewhere along the way she scrapes a shin (a strangled curse-- “fucking legs!”) and the scent of blood fills the air. Punches her in the stomach.
She finally crests the rocky outcrop, and to her surprise the sight that awaits her is-- “Boudika.”
Each syllable is relished like a strange fruit. Bou-di-ka. Anandi expected to encounter her again. Novus was not big enough for the two of them-- in a good way. In an exceedingly good way. But still she’s caught off guard to see Boudika here, now, if not uncaged then close to it. Standing near enough to the edge of the cliff that if Anandi were curious to see what would happen, what the fall would look like... and the body, afterward, on the rocks--
All she had to do was push.
A strike of lightning, a visible cringe, a whimper that the thunder quickly swallows. She’s trembling. Hardly the picture of composure she so struggled to maintain, and maybe with Boudika she would always be revealed. It was not her first storm. But so far it was the worst that she’d weathered on the surface. Anandi was born and raised in the dark calm of the deep sea. The rain did not bother her, nor the wind. The thunder resonated with something feral in her and made her feel somewhat at home, but the lightning-- the lightning was terrifying. “What happens…” she glances to the sky “if it hits us?”
"Please,” she said, “you’re so beautiful. You may eat me if you like.
I’d sooner be eaten by you than fed by anyone else."
@Boudika don't mind if I do <3
some say the loving and the devouring are all the same thing
☾
